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what about now
02:10
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i’m so underground
loud when it’s down
dark all around
what about now
what about now
figured it out
figured it out
but i still don’t know what it’s about
watching the day
feeling it break
staying awake
do what it takes
you’re far away
wait until may
and i walk back to my own mistake
inside my room
i’ve got my youth
i think of you
up on the roof
i’m on the move
we need it soon
you feel it too
so goes the moon
you feel it too
on over through
you feel it too
we’ll never lose
you feel it too
one of the few
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2. |
here's to hoping
02:22
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do you think about me
before you go to sleep
honestly i don’t want to know the answer
i can’t even dream
stopped counting the weeks
honestly would you want to know either
i don’t want to be the one to say “i’m heartbroken”
i don’t want to be the one to say what remains unspoken
i don’t want to be the one to say “here’s to hoping”
i don’t want to be the one to say “i’ll stop smoking”
and i think about you
when i wake up alone
and i guess i will never know the answer
these days are the few
i’m outside of my room
and i guess that somehow it’s better
i don’t want to be the one to say “i’m heartbroken”
i don’t want to be the one to say what remains unspoken
i don’t want to be the one to say “here’s to hoping”
i don’t want to be the one to say “i’ll stop smoking”
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keep it
04:49
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want to see the ocean with my own two eyes
scared it won’t be as blue as i’d like
that’s just another assumption, on the train to broadway junction
i could go by myself but i don’t want to know what i’d find
will we ever make it to the end of the avenues?
i’d like to think so but i’d be willing to lose
you can take someone else and keep it as a story to tell
and i’ll pretend like i was there too
i’m always missing out
i’m always falling down
i’m always worried you won’t want to stick around
i’m always missing out
i’m always in the clouds
i’m always worried i won’t make it back to the ground
want to know if this is where i’m supposed to be
can’t find a place to fit inside of completely
maybe i have potential, maybe i’m too existential
maybe i’m potentially wasting away in this city
i’m always missing out
i’m always falling down
i’m always worried you won’t want to stick around
i’m always missing out
i’m always in the clouds
i’m always worried i won’t make it back to the ground
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